CHAPTER 6

As I walked back home, the stars shone bright in the night sky. Xavier was like that one star in the sky that shone alone. He stood apart from the others but didn't fail to bring light to other; even though he was the one who burnt at the end.

The coffee shop that we decided to meet at was a small family business owned by one of my father's friends.

They were really nice people and the food there also gave a homey feeling. It was one of my favorite places in the neighborhood.

The lights were switched off as I reached my house, so I breathed a sigh of relief and entered. It was pretty late so everyone would probably be asleep. However things weren't how I had expected them to be. The first thing I saw as soon as I stepped inside was my sister sitting on the couch. She had waited up for me.

Even though I always envied her for her looks and her healthy relationship with our mother, she never failed to make me feel loved.

"Where were you, Ophelia? Do you have any idea how worried I was."

"I'm sorry, Luna; I was out with a friend. I will keep a better track of time in the future."

I lowered my head in shame for her. I wished her a good night and turned to leave.

I headed upstairs and plopped myself on the bed once I reached my room. I grabbed my journal and was in the mood of writing a poem so I scribbled a few ideas on the side and began writing.

If I had a spaceship,

I'd fly far away.

Somewhere, where

no one knows my name

If I had a spaceship,

I'd fly far away

Somewhere, where

sadness is just a word

and happiness is all we see

If I had a spaceship,

would you beg me to stay?

It wasn't the best, but I liked it. My heart feels so light every time I'm done pouring my heart out in my journal.

That's the beauty of writing. Just pick up a pen and write your worries away.

My mind immediately wandered back to Xavier. I don't know why but the thought of him no longer breathing made me feel so uneasy.

I felt like along with his breath, even mine would walk away.

We weren't really close over these 11 years of school but we were friends. I could tell that to myself to not feel guilty. But honestly I was.

I was very guilty.

I never tried to become friends with him or even get to know him. He tried to make conversations when we were in middle school but I was too much of an introvert to even talk to others.

Maybe what they say is true. We only know the value of something once its gone.

I wanted to repent my mistake and the only way I do that was by changing his mind.

Xavier Diego had killed himself and I had to save him.

From himself.

I knew it wasn't going to be easy getting him to open up. But I knew I had to save him. I would only be able to do that if he trusted me enough to communicate with me about his issues.

I had to know what was going on in that web called mind he was trapped in.